Two Lives, One Story - Chapter Six
Title: Two Live, One Story - 7/?
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x06 - Furt
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, definite future Faberry.
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: Let's assume for a second that Lea also went to Europe for New Years, because that's what I was betting on. The rest of the timeline stuff is accurate based on paparazzi photos from the week this story takes place. Remember when Dianna was sick? Well, in this telling, she wasn't. She was Quinn, and staying home pretending to be sick. And Dianna did appear once that week, out in West Hollywood. Everyone was commenting about how she looked like Quinn, so that part wrote itself.
A/N 2: This time I want you guys to tell me song you think Quinn should sing to Rachel. I already have mine, and I bet many of you won't know it (it's old school Broadway), but I still like hearing your suggestions.
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Lea decided it would be best if Quinn stayed home sick for a few days. Hopefully the set would be fixed in time, and they could get her home before the blonde was absolutely required to go to work. Sure, she could play Quinn very easily, she was the blonde after all, but the less interaction with other people, the better. The worst thing would be for someone to get suspicious and start meddling. Lea had been nervous enough when the girls of Glee had hijacked her trailer for First Wives Club. Quinn had had to come to set only once to film some background scenes while Gwyneth was still there, but it didn't require much. Just watching in the crowd or dancing in the backdrop.
The brunette was quite surprised by the blonde's new demeanor, a result of their weekend chat. The Quinn she thought she knew would never have agreed to do anything that didn't involve improving her image. Lea now came home to cooking, cleaning, or music. The blonde had left the safety of the apartment only once the whole week. When Lea saw the paparazzi photos the next day though, she berated the girl for 1) wearing her hair too "Quinn-like" and 2) not informing the brunette about her lunch plans. Quinn decided then and there to just stay in and surf the web for the remainder of the week.
Over dinner one night, Quinn recounted her latest discovery, an online roleplaying group who pretended to be her and Rachel over some social networking site called "Tumblr."
"Qfabray, that's my name in it, well she was adamantly heterosexual, and then rachberry, that's Rachel. Then rachberry came along and 'unpressed her lemon.' I'm not quite sure what that means., but I think it might be some sexual innuendo. So anyway, I was reading through their posts and there were actually some really good ideas there. I took some notes." Quinn motioned to a notepad on the counter. "Maybe it'll help me with my own Rachel." The blonde was beaming from ear to ear, Lea nodded along as she ate Quinn's surprisingly delicious vegan baked ziti. It might even possible rival her own.
"That sounds fantastic. Are you still going to serenade her?"
She started nodding eagerly. "Yeah. I watched some youtube videos today and made a pretty good list. First I was gonna do something by Barbara Streisand, but I don't think I have quite the voice for it. Not like Rachel." Lea was about to correct her, but abstained. "But then I watched some musicals, and think she'd like a song from one of those."
Lea took another bite, then a sip of her wine. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
Quinn looked down at the food she had been nervously playing with. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe 'Your Eyes' from Rent, or 'All I Ask of You' from the Phantom of the Opera."
"Those sound wonderful. Let me know if you need any help arranging something, or practicing. Whatever"
The blonde smiled and thanked her. "So, ready for some dessert?"
---
Sunday, Lea spent the whole day entertaining her parents, who were in town for the weekend. They were a bit confused as to why Dianna didn't join them. They adored her like a second daughter, and she practically was one. Lea explained she was feeling a bit under the weather and had been in bed all week. Edith and Marc then sent her home with an old Italian soup recipe. "Guaranteed to make her feel better in twelve hours. And send Di our love."
It was now Monday, and Ryan demanded that the blonde come back to work. "It's been a week! Surely you're better by now!"
Luckily the science room was almost repaired, so Lea and Quinn made their way to Paramount Studios. The brunette was coaching her as she drove along. "Okay, so, first we'll go to the Shed and Zach is gonna run us through the dance numbers for the wedding episode."
"Wedding episode! Who's getting married! Not you and Finn. Please say not you and Finn."
Lea took her hand across the center console. "No. Don't worry. It's Finn's Dad and Kurt's Mom."
"Oh, okay. Good." The blonde said, her breathing evening out. "So, dance studio, and then what?"
"Then we go to the recording studio and record the songs. I think the only one you have to do is 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars." Quinn nodded. "Next we'll change into our costumes. They put them in our trailers. You'll need to finish up some scenes they left for you from the seventh episode. We're not filming the actual wedding until next week though. Hopefully we'll have you back in your own world by then."
"Okay. Anything else?
Lea thought to herself. "Nope, that's pretty much the whole day."
"Sounds great. What are we doing after?"
Lea turned into the lot. "Oh, well, my parents are still in town and my mother has been really insistent about seeing you, I mean Dianna, so-"
Quinn started violently shaking her head. "No. No. Absolutely not."
Lea parked and turned to the blonde. She took her hands and brought them up to her chest, pulling her closer. "Pleeeease. Pretty please. You don't even have to say anything. Just pretend you have strep or something. It's just that they never come to visit, and they've really missed Dianna. So an appearance would be really great. Come on. Please?"
The rapid shaking of her head soon slowed as she looked into those deep, dark brown eyes. She didn't even know why she was kidding herself. "Yes. Fine. But I'm going to be mute."
Lea pulled her into a tight hug. "Yes, of course. Whatever you want. Thank you so much."
Quinn smiled and nuzzled her head in closer. She could get used to this.
---
They had decided it would be best if they met Lea's parents at the apartment. Avoid photos, tweets, and whatnot. Lea was busying around the apartment, pretending to clean in Quinn's opinion because the place looked great. "Remember. My mom's name is Edith and my dad's in Marc. The last time you saw them was at the Emmy's party. Wish my mother a happy birthday and then zip it."
Quinn just nodded along. She'd heard this speech multiple times this evening. There was a buzz and Lea ran over to the intercom to let them in. "Okay, I've ordered some food. We'll chat, eat, and then they'll leave. This will all be fine. They're gone Sunday and you'll leave tomorrow, and everything will be...fine."
There was a knock on the door and Lea jumped a foot into the air. Quinn retreated back into the kitchen, her insides as nervous as the brunette was on the outside. "Mom! Dad! Welcome. You remember Dianna."
Edith hit her daughter playful on the shoulder. "Yes Lea, we know Dianna. Stop messing around." She turned to the blonde. "Don't be shy and come give me a hug." Quinn obliged and heard a "we've missed you" whispered into her ear. She turned to Lea's father and stuck her hand out. "Marc," she said in the stern voice she normally used when addressing one of her father's friends.
He turned to Lea. "I guess she must be really sick Lee, she's acting all funny." And with that, he pulled her into a bear hug. Once he had released her, Marc started rubbing his hands together. "So, what's for dinner. It smells delicious." He shot Quinn a wink and then followed his daughter and wife, taking a seat in the living room.
"That's pine sol." Lea told her father. "We're gonna order some take out since I didn't exactly have time to cook. Thai sound good?"
Her mother nodded, taking in the apartment. A black cat came up to rub itself against her leg and she bent down to stroke it. Lea's father was more in the moment though, replying, "Yes, that sounds wonderful." He turned his attention back to Dianna. "So, what's up with you Lady Di? It's been far too long. MONTHS! Spill. I want to know everything." He sat his head in his hands, looking overly interested.
Quinn was shell shocked. She turned to Lea, hoping the brunette would save her. "Um, dad. Di's not feeling too well. Sore throat, you know. So she's taken a vow of silence I'm afraid." He frowned but didn't protest. "She's fine though. Going to start promotion for 'I Am Number 4' soon."
"That's fantastic! Maybe you'll find yourself in New York sometime and give little ole' me a visit. Don't forget we small people when you become a super big movie star. We just don't see you enough, you know. Isn't that right Edith?" The women looked up, still petting Sheila.
"What? Oh yeah, not enough at all. You know what, you should join us for the traditional New Year's party with the Groffs. We're thinking about visiting him in London. You should even bring your family, it's sure to be lots of fun."
Quinn nervously smiled and nodded, so Lea decided to fill in for her. "That sounds great mom. Dianna will discuss it with Mary, and we'll get back to you on that."
Edith nodded. "Honey," she said, turning to her husband. "Remember the last time we were in London?"
"Yup, Cousin Paul and Maggie's wedding. Worst weekend of my life. Non-stop rain and it was fucking cold the entire time."
Lea's mother got a dreamy glint in her eyes, "I thought it was all so romantic. I'd love to go to another British wedding. The synagogue there was simply gorgeous. You don't get ones like that here, everything's so modern." She turned to the two girls sitting opposite her. "So, when are you two going to get married?"
Lea choked on her drink and Quinn turned pale as a ghost. "I, uh. We, uh. Mom! You can't just ask a question like that!"
"Why not? You've been dating forever, living together even longer. It just seems inevitable. It's just a shame you're both too stubborn to be the one to actually pop the question."
Lea spluttered, at a loss for words, and Quinn was silently hyperventilating in the corner. "Mom, we are so not having this conversation! We'll get married when we're good and ready! I mean, if we're good and ready. If." Lea took Quinn's hand and started comfortingly rubbing the back of it with her thumb.
Edith smiled a knowing smile and then the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell. Lea jumped up and Quinn was quick to follow. 10 minutes later they came back with armfuls of food.
"Dad, I got you Pad Thai," he took it and thanked her with a kiss to the cheek. "And Khao Pad for mom."
Once all the food had been divvied out, they situated themselves around the kitchen table and dug in.
---
"I think I'm going to burst," Lea exclaimed, slouched back on the couch. She had simply devoured her Vegan Thai curry, only now feeling the consequences. After saying goodbye to her parents, they cleaned up and then Lea took her spot in the living room so the food coma could commence.
"That was...awkward." Quinn decided and she fell down next to the brunette.
"I say we drink the memory away!" Lea declared, standing up and later thinking better of it as her hand flew to her mouth. She sat back down. "On second thought, maybe you should get the booze. They're in that cabinet."
Quinn walked over to where she had gestured and pulled out a handle of vodka and another of rum. "Pick your poison," she said, holding the two bottle out.
"Vodka." Lea replied, taking the alcohol and instantly downing a bit. "Straight from the bottle it is," Quinn declared as she took a swig of rum. "Oh my God, that's disgusting! I think my throat is on fire!"
Lea laughed, nursing her own bottle in her lap. "That stuff will do that to you. I think there's a coke in the fridge. I'm sure Cory won't mind you stealing it. His own fault for leaving it."
Quinn searched the fridge, finding half a six-pack in the very back. She poured herself a tall glass then added a bit of the rum. A taste and a nod later, she was back on the couch. Lea was far ahead of her, so Quinn chugged her drink, trying to catch up. She then mixed herself another.
Barely 30 minutes later, Lea was entirely wasted. Quinn on the other hand was trying to control her liquor this time, so she only feigned intoxication.
"Q, we are soooo drunk," Lea slurred. She was hanging, backwards off the couch and having a lot of fun blowing pieces of popcorn across the coffee table. Quinn just nodded along, mostly lost in her own thoughts.
"Hey, hey, time out." Lea said, her face suddenly serious. Quinn was slightly concerned. "Do you know what sucks about you being here?"
Um, everything? Quinn thought.
Lea didn't even wait for a response and continued on. "That you look just like my girlfriend, my lady, my Dianna. The love of my life." Quinn cleared her throat and the brunette got back on track. "You look like her, but I can't touch you whenever I want. And you have NO idea how difficult that is, because she's like...super hot and all I ever want to do is touch her, and did you know you look like her. Yup. Exactly. But I can't do what I want to do to her to you, because that would be like...cheating or whatever."
Quinn was quite confused by this point, but thought she understood the basic concept of what Lea was trying to say. She missed Dianna, and Quinn would never be a sufficient replacement.
"Quinn, do you think, I mean, if I got you pregnant and you had the baby, would it be genetically Dianna's baby too? Like, you're the- ow, my brain hurts."
The blonde was actually quite intrigued by this point. "Would you want, I mean, have you and Dianna. Do you guys want kids?"
Lea bit her lip, twisting in her seat. "Well, we've talked about it. But I guess never reaaaally talked about it. We'll probably get married first, you know. The usual. But...I don't know." She fell back on the couch, erupting into a fit of giggles.
Quinn leaned over her, trying to get her attention. "Lea. Lea. Lea! Look at me." The brunette turned her eyes upwards, still laughing, but only a bit. "Why don't you just ask her? To marry you I mean."
Lea poked Quinn on the nose with renewed laughter. "Well, that's a funny story actually, Miss. Fabray." And with that, the brunette passed out on the couch.
Quinn sighed and pulled the girl's legs up to join the rest of her body. She then grabbed a blanket and lay it over her, tucking in the ends. The blonde then found her own spot on one of the chairs, watching over the brunette. She thought about what it would be like to have a brunette of her own to protect and love. One she could marry and raise children with. And with that, Quinn fell asleep, dreaming of brown-eyed, argyle-clad children with bright blonde hair.
Chapter Seven
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x06 - Furt
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, definite future Faberry.
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: Let's assume for a second that Lea also went to Europe for New Years, because that's what I was betting on. The rest of the timeline stuff is accurate based on paparazzi photos from the week this story takes place. Remember when Dianna was sick? Well, in this telling, she wasn't. She was Quinn, and staying home pretending to be sick. And Dianna did appear once that week, out in West Hollywood. Everyone was commenting about how she looked like Quinn, so that part wrote itself.
A/N 2: This time I want you guys to tell me song you think Quinn should sing to Rachel. I already have mine, and I bet many of you won't know it (it's old school Broadway), but I still like hearing your suggestions.
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Lea decided it would be best if Quinn stayed home sick for a few days. Hopefully the set would be fixed in time, and they could get her home before the blonde was absolutely required to go to work. Sure, she could play Quinn very easily, she was the blonde after all, but the less interaction with other people, the better. The worst thing would be for someone to get suspicious and start meddling. Lea had been nervous enough when the girls of Glee had hijacked her trailer for First Wives Club. Quinn had had to come to set only once to film some background scenes while Gwyneth was still there, but it didn't require much. Just watching in the crowd or dancing in the backdrop.
The brunette was quite surprised by the blonde's new demeanor, a result of their weekend chat. The Quinn she thought she knew would never have agreed to do anything that didn't involve improving her image. Lea now came home to cooking, cleaning, or music. The blonde had left the safety of the apartment only once the whole week. When Lea saw the paparazzi photos the next day though, she berated the girl for 1) wearing her hair too "Quinn-like" and 2) not informing the brunette about her lunch plans. Quinn decided then and there to just stay in and surf the web for the remainder of the week.
Over dinner one night, Quinn recounted her latest discovery, an online roleplaying group who pretended to be her and Rachel over some social networking site called "Tumblr."
"Qfabray, that's my name in it, well she was adamantly heterosexual, and then rachberry, that's Rachel. Then rachberry came along and 'unpressed her lemon.' I'm not quite sure what that means., but I think it might be some sexual innuendo. So anyway, I was reading through their posts and there were actually some really good ideas there. I took some notes." Quinn motioned to a notepad on the counter. "Maybe it'll help me with my own Rachel." The blonde was beaming from ear to ear, Lea nodded along as she ate Quinn's surprisingly delicious vegan baked ziti. It might even possible rival her own.
"That sounds fantastic. Are you still going to serenade her?"
She started nodding eagerly. "Yeah. I watched some youtube videos today and made a pretty good list. First I was gonna do something by Barbara Streisand, but I don't think I have quite the voice for it. Not like Rachel." Lea was about to correct her, but abstained. "But then I watched some musicals, and think she'd like a song from one of those."
Lea took another bite, then a sip of her wine. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
Quinn looked down at the food she had been nervously playing with. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe 'Your Eyes' from Rent, or 'All I Ask of You' from the Phantom of the Opera."
"Those sound wonderful. Let me know if you need any help arranging something, or practicing. Whatever"
The blonde smiled and thanked her. "So, ready for some dessert?"
---
Sunday, Lea spent the whole day entertaining her parents, who were in town for the weekend. They were a bit confused as to why Dianna didn't join them. They adored her like a second daughter, and she practically was one. Lea explained she was feeling a bit under the weather and had been in bed all week. Edith and Marc then sent her home with an old Italian soup recipe. "Guaranteed to make her feel better in twelve hours. And send Di our love."
It was now Monday, and Ryan demanded that the blonde come back to work. "It's been a week! Surely you're better by now!"
Luckily the science room was almost repaired, so Lea and Quinn made their way to Paramount Studios. The brunette was coaching her as she drove along. "Okay, so, first we'll go to the Shed and Zach is gonna run us through the dance numbers for the wedding episode."
"Wedding episode! Who's getting married! Not you and Finn. Please say not you and Finn."
Lea took her hand across the center console. "No. Don't worry. It's Finn's Dad and Kurt's Mom."
"Oh, okay. Good." The blonde said, her breathing evening out. "So, dance studio, and then what?"
"Then we go to the recording studio and record the songs. I think the only one you have to do is 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars." Quinn nodded. "Next we'll change into our costumes. They put them in our trailers. You'll need to finish up some scenes they left for you from the seventh episode. We're not filming the actual wedding until next week though. Hopefully we'll have you back in your own world by then."
"Okay. Anything else?
Lea thought to herself. "Nope, that's pretty much the whole day."
"Sounds great. What are we doing after?"
Lea turned into the lot. "Oh, well, my parents are still in town and my mother has been really insistent about seeing you, I mean Dianna, so-"
Quinn started violently shaking her head. "No. No. Absolutely not."
Lea parked and turned to the blonde. She took her hands and brought them up to her chest, pulling her closer. "Pleeeease. Pretty please. You don't even have to say anything. Just pretend you have strep or something. It's just that they never come to visit, and they've really missed Dianna. So an appearance would be really great. Come on. Please?"
The rapid shaking of her head soon slowed as she looked into those deep, dark brown eyes. She didn't even know why she was kidding herself. "Yes. Fine. But I'm going to be mute."
Lea pulled her into a tight hug. "Yes, of course. Whatever you want. Thank you so much."
Quinn smiled and nuzzled her head in closer. She could get used to this.
---
They had decided it would be best if they met Lea's parents at the apartment. Avoid photos, tweets, and whatnot. Lea was busying around the apartment, pretending to clean in Quinn's opinion because the place looked great. "Remember. My mom's name is Edith and my dad's in Marc. The last time you saw them was at the Emmy's party. Wish my mother a happy birthday and then zip it."
Quinn just nodded along. She'd heard this speech multiple times this evening. There was a buzz and Lea ran over to the intercom to let them in. "Okay, I've ordered some food. We'll chat, eat, and then they'll leave. This will all be fine. They're gone Sunday and you'll leave tomorrow, and everything will be...fine."
There was a knock on the door and Lea jumped a foot into the air. Quinn retreated back into the kitchen, her insides as nervous as the brunette was on the outside. "Mom! Dad! Welcome. You remember Dianna."
Edith hit her daughter playful on the shoulder. "Yes Lea, we know Dianna. Stop messing around." She turned to the blonde. "Don't be shy and come give me a hug." Quinn obliged and heard a "we've missed you" whispered into her ear. She turned to Lea's father and stuck her hand out. "Marc," she said in the stern voice she normally used when addressing one of her father's friends.
He turned to Lea. "I guess she must be really sick Lee, she's acting all funny." And with that, he pulled her into a bear hug. Once he had released her, Marc started rubbing his hands together. "So, what's for dinner. It smells delicious." He shot Quinn a wink and then followed his daughter and wife, taking a seat in the living room.
"That's pine sol." Lea told her father. "We're gonna order some take out since I didn't exactly have time to cook. Thai sound good?"
Her mother nodded, taking in the apartment. A black cat came up to rub itself against her leg and she bent down to stroke it. Lea's father was more in the moment though, replying, "Yes, that sounds wonderful." He turned his attention back to Dianna. "So, what's up with you Lady Di? It's been far too long. MONTHS! Spill. I want to know everything." He sat his head in his hands, looking overly interested.
Quinn was shell shocked. She turned to Lea, hoping the brunette would save her. "Um, dad. Di's not feeling too well. Sore throat, you know. So she's taken a vow of silence I'm afraid." He frowned but didn't protest. "She's fine though. Going to start promotion for 'I Am Number 4' soon."
"That's fantastic! Maybe you'll find yourself in New York sometime and give little ole' me a visit. Don't forget we small people when you become a super big movie star. We just don't see you enough, you know. Isn't that right Edith?" The women looked up, still petting Sheila.
"What? Oh yeah, not enough at all. You know what, you should join us for the traditional New Year's party with the Groffs. We're thinking about visiting him in London. You should even bring your family, it's sure to be lots of fun."
Quinn nervously smiled and nodded, so Lea decided to fill in for her. "That sounds great mom. Dianna will discuss it with Mary, and we'll get back to you on that."
Edith nodded. "Honey," she said, turning to her husband. "Remember the last time we were in London?"
"Yup, Cousin Paul and Maggie's wedding. Worst weekend of my life. Non-stop rain and it was fucking cold the entire time."
Lea's mother got a dreamy glint in her eyes, "I thought it was all so romantic. I'd love to go to another British wedding. The synagogue there was simply gorgeous. You don't get ones like that here, everything's so modern." She turned to the two girls sitting opposite her. "So, when are you two going to get married?"
Lea choked on her drink and Quinn turned pale as a ghost. "I, uh. We, uh. Mom! You can't just ask a question like that!"
"Why not? You've been dating forever, living together even longer. It just seems inevitable. It's just a shame you're both too stubborn to be the one to actually pop the question."
Lea spluttered, at a loss for words, and Quinn was silently hyperventilating in the corner. "Mom, we are so not having this conversation! We'll get married when we're good and ready! I mean, if we're good and ready. If." Lea took Quinn's hand and started comfortingly rubbing the back of it with her thumb.
Edith smiled a knowing smile and then the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell. Lea jumped up and Quinn was quick to follow. 10 minutes later they came back with armfuls of food.
"Dad, I got you Pad Thai," he took it and thanked her with a kiss to the cheek. "And Khao Pad for mom."
Once all the food had been divvied out, they situated themselves around the kitchen table and dug in.
---
"I think I'm going to burst," Lea exclaimed, slouched back on the couch. She had simply devoured her Vegan Thai curry, only now feeling the consequences. After saying goodbye to her parents, they cleaned up and then Lea took her spot in the living room so the food coma could commence.
"That was...awkward." Quinn decided and she fell down next to the brunette.
"I say we drink the memory away!" Lea declared, standing up and later thinking better of it as her hand flew to her mouth. She sat back down. "On second thought, maybe you should get the booze. They're in that cabinet."
Quinn walked over to where she had gestured and pulled out a handle of vodka and another of rum. "Pick your poison," she said, holding the two bottle out.
"Vodka." Lea replied, taking the alcohol and instantly downing a bit. "Straight from the bottle it is," Quinn declared as she took a swig of rum. "Oh my God, that's disgusting! I think my throat is on fire!"
Lea laughed, nursing her own bottle in her lap. "That stuff will do that to you. I think there's a coke in the fridge. I'm sure Cory won't mind you stealing it. His own fault for leaving it."
Quinn searched the fridge, finding half a six-pack in the very back. She poured herself a tall glass then added a bit of the rum. A taste and a nod later, she was back on the couch. Lea was far ahead of her, so Quinn chugged her drink, trying to catch up. She then mixed herself another.
Barely 30 minutes later, Lea was entirely wasted. Quinn on the other hand was trying to control her liquor this time, so she only feigned intoxication.
"Q, we are soooo drunk," Lea slurred. She was hanging, backwards off the couch and having a lot of fun blowing pieces of popcorn across the coffee table. Quinn just nodded along, mostly lost in her own thoughts.
"Hey, hey, time out." Lea said, her face suddenly serious. Quinn was slightly concerned. "Do you know what sucks about you being here?"
Um, everything? Quinn thought.
Lea didn't even wait for a response and continued on. "That you look just like my girlfriend, my lady, my Dianna. The love of my life." Quinn cleared her throat and the brunette got back on track. "You look like her, but I can't touch you whenever I want. And you have NO idea how difficult that is, because she's like...super hot and all I ever want to do is touch her, and did you know you look like her. Yup. Exactly. But I can't do what I want to do to her to you, because that would be like...cheating or whatever."
Quinn was quite confused by this point, but thought she understood the basic concept of what Lea was trying to say. She missed Dianna, and Quinn would never be a sufficient replacement.
"Quinn, do you think, I mean, if I got you pregnant and you had the baby, would it be genetically Dianna's baby too? Like, you're the- ow, my brain hurts."
The blonde was actually quite intrigued by this point. "Would you want, I mean, have you and Dianna. Do you guys want kids?"
Lea bit her lip, twisting in her seat. "Well, we've talked about it. But I guess never reaaaally talked about it. We'll probably get married first, you know. The usual. But...I don't know." She fell back on the couch, erupting into a fit of giggles.
Quinn leaned over her, trying to get her attention. "Lea. Lea. Lea! Look at me." The brunette turned her eyes upwards, still laughing, but only a bit. "Why don't you just ask her? To marry you I mean."
Lea poked Quinn on the nose with renewed laughter. "Well, that's a funny story actually, Miss. Fabray." And with that, the brunette passed out on the couch.
Quinn sighed and pulled the girl's legs up to join the rest of her body. She then grabbed a blanket and lay it over her, tucking in the ends. The blonde then found her own spot on one of the chairs, watching over the brunette. She thought about what it would be like to have a brunette of her own to protect and love. One she could marry and raise children with. And with that, Quinn fell asleep, dreaming of brown-eyed, argyle-clad children with bright blonde hair.
Chapter Seven